Forgive me but Ghosts?

ktanker

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I don't have a single soul in my life outside of my husband to discuss this with so forgive me...

Ghosts?

My mom died in October, "bad" cancer took her. She wasn't ready. When the time came, it was "you have six months to live"... she barely made it three. We weren't ready. My mom was never sick. My dad on the other hand has every problem in the book and we always thought it would be him first. He would never have to live without her. He couldn't. And honestly, he didn't for a while. But that's another story.

My mom spent her days rather specific. She was a talented, massively talented artist at Oakleaf Hollow Primitives. She spent her days painting and had my old bedroom converted to a craft room that looked more like an art hoarders room. Her wall of decoart paints was massive and impressive. She had so many art friends much like our scrapbooking community. They knew her and loved her. And her troublemaking, paint water drinking, laptop warming cat Loki. Her room has been cleaned up, the art supplies she asked to be donated, done. Her urn sits in there.

Today my dad called me and asked if I could hear something. I listened and figured out it was Doc Martin, the tv show that my mom loved and watched on repeat, playing. The tv wasn't on. No one was in the room. I listened and recognized the voices, the episode and then found the episode playing on live Roku tv on the doc martin channel. We matched the audio up.

My dad said it happened a few weeks ago in the early morning. Freaked him out, he finally found the tv in her craft room playing. (he doesn't go in there) It went off after about 30 minutes. Then nothing, til today. I mean it has to be the cat(s) who just "happened to walk on the remote" and it just "accidentally turned on my mom's favorite tv show". There is reasonable explanations to be had, right?

Photo of the crazy cat in question....
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And just to really freak us out.... my niece Sawyer painting at her Nana's craft desk (with her Nana) while the "EXACT EPISODE" of doc martin is playing in the background. Taken 05.25.2024, a week before my mom had her big cancer surgery.
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So uhmm... I love a good ghost story. That photo with the exact episode on her craft desk is pretty eerie. :oops:👻 I think if it is your mom, she's doing in death what she loved in life and that would be pretty comforting... to me anyway ♥️
To me as well. I have had a few dreams where she is there but "not there". One she was sitting in a chair and we were all there but I could talk to her and no one else could see her. Another, when my dad had triple bypass a month after her death, that she was in the hospital chair waiting. When I asked her if she wanted to go back, she told me that she would stay there because no one could see her. I get that this can be explained away but there is nothing she'd have wanted more than to be right there with dad. Waiting for him. My sister thinks I am a total nutcase but I don't share much with her so she had no idea about those dreams.
 
I don't know anything with certainty but the thought that love goes on after death is comforting to me.

If your mom is still 'hanging around' and letting you know it through her favorite show, I can only assume that she's trying to make sure you know she's here and that she loves you.

When he was younger, my son told me some things about his great-grandma and his grandpa (my stepdad) that he's named for that he was never told prior. Just said nonchalantly that they told him. If he got to 'meet' them somehow and be loved, then I see it as a gift.
 
I have a tv that will turn on or off on its own. When I googled about it, I found that it is something that is known to happen with that particular brand.

I tend to dream about my mom quite often. Some dreams have even had my dad and the woman (who happened to be a friend of mom who lost her husband a year before mom) he was with until he passed away. Those dreams are weird.
 
So sorry about your Mom. That is a strange occurrence for sure.

I’m not a big believer in ghosts but I do believe that since energy is neither created or destroy that maybe our energy goes… somewhere.

My grandmother was my person and she was sick with many things over the course of her life but always managed to make it through somehow. We joked that she would outlive us all. But then she got sick again.

I was living in NC at the time and she was in NY, so I told my uncle who lived nearby that he needed to tell me when it was time to come home.

Then one day at work I got the phone call. Things weren’t looking good. They were giving her a few weeks to live. I should plan to be there by the end of the month.

So naturally I left work immediately, packed a bag, and got on a plane that night.

By the time I got there she was conscious but not talking anymore. She was awake when I came in. I saw the surprise and recognition in her eyes when she saw me- and I think she must have known at that moment that if I made the trip all the way there to see her that her time was coming to an end.

I sat by her bedside for two days and crocheted the sweater I was making her for a Christmas that she wouldn’t be alive to see. By the end of day one she wasn’t able to keep her eyes open anymore.

Family came and went and I sat steadfast and talked to her. I told her everything that I wasn’t able to say before. I told her Husband and I were trying to have a baby but the doctors weren’t sure it was going to be an option and how I was worried I would never get to be a mother and how I longed for a baby of my own to love.

And after I unburdened my soul and she was sleeping more of the day than not, I returned home. We didn’t know how much longer she had and my job was inflexible and I felt bad about not staying to the end but also at peace that I had said my goodbye. She passed just a few days later.

It was a sad Christmas and a hard New Year. But then, just a few weeks later, I got that the surprise of a lifetime in the form of a positive pregnancy test! I could hardly believe it.

Again, not too sure about the supernatural, but I always say that my first born was the last gift my grandmother ever gave me. He came a couple weeks early, but his original due date was her birthday. Her name was Cecelia, we gave him the middle name Cecil in honor.

I really need to scrap that memory.
 
I do believe that our loved ones hung around for a bit before they really cross the bridge when they pass away. I was not there when my beloved maternal grandma passed away because I had final middle school exams, I was 14 going to 15. The news came like a punch, because everyone agreed to not to tell me that she was in critical condition in the hospital.
I did not get to see her before they closed the casket like planned, because we missed the flight due to my paternal grandma insisting to put on make up, tho we were late that morning... I spent my 15th birthday at the funeral home, the saddest birthday to date, I slept on the floor there crying for her. That night I felt gentle hug from her.
From then on, even after so many years passed, I still get dreams of her, wearing her favourite clothes, sitting in her bedroom, sometimes, if I am lucky I can hear her voice.
 
On one hand I'm not really into ghost stories, haunted houses or other eerie things (except maybe Disney's Haunted Mansion, lol). I'm not into horror/thriller stories, neither do I like the ghostly part of Halloween (I prefer the more harvest related parts).
On the other hand there have been some strange things happening around us, with no real explaination and all related to my father-in-law...
  • My father-in-law passed away 2 months after we got married (he wrote a note that his love would follow us). We moved into our house 3 months after his passing. Somehow we have had lamps flickering for no particular reason, especially the extractor hood. When we asked my fil to leave, the flickering would stop.
  • Our daughter was born a little over 2 years after his passing. When she was almost 10 months, on the date and probably the exact time of my fil's passing, a shelf in my daughter's room fell of the wall, leaving a mess (it fell on a table with glass).
  • In august 2024 my father passed away. My sister and husband were on the way to hospital to get some medication for my father when he slipped away in my mom's and my arms. When we noticed he had cross the bridge, I called my husband and sister to tell them to turn around, because the medication wasn't needed. Right before my phone call there had been the song playing on the radio that we had played at my fil's funeral.
What do you think? Would my fil's love still follow us? It has some strange ways to show, but it might be a thought of comfort as well. I hope that you can find comfort as well.
That makes me think: last year when we were in Dublin at the zoo and little robin came to my daughter. We highly had the feeling it was my father, since he was always bird watching. Plus a few days before we had seen some nice quotes like 'When robins appear, loved ones are near'.
 
I have a tv that will turn on or off on its own. When I googled about it, I found that it is something that is known to happen with that particular brand.
This is true, although I will say this tv has never turned on before by itself, except the one other time it happened exactly like this a few weeks ago my dad said. All my tvs auto off so this tv did auto shut back off. My dad refused to go in there. My sister investigated and could not find a single reason it would have come on, but also come on playing my mom's favorite tv show. So she opt'd to just unplug everything.
 
I’m not a big believer in ghosts but I do believe that since energy is neither created or destroy that maybe our energy goes… somewhere.
I'm not a huge believer either. I think maybe that it's possible but not the norm. I did stay at a "haunted" camp as a kid. They held girl scout camp and sleepover parties at this old military base back home. We slept in the barracks. It's torn down now but we did hear some strange sounds and later, Zak from Ghost Hunters filmed an episode there. (Season 4 Episode 12). I also live near Goatman's Bridge not too near thankfully bc the stories are scary. I wouldn't risk going but I am not convinced I'd find anything. Just not willing to risk it either lol.

I did love your story about being with your grandmother. I couldn't be there with my mom and I think if you can, it's good to go. Things happened so very fast and since no one was really upfront about it all, it was just an avoided topic, an angry sister b/c I live out of state, and chaos. Add in an unprofessional and unkind hospice company and a sick father in law too, it was just madness.
 
On one hand I'm not really into ghost stories, haunted houses or other eerie things (except maybe Disney's Haunted Mansion, lol). I'm not into horror/thriller stories, neither do I like the ghostly part of Halloween (I prefer the more harvest related parts).

What do you think? Would my fil's love still follow us? It has some strange ways to show, but it might be a thought of comfort as well. I hope that you can find comfort as well.
Same and same! I love gentle spookiness lol, although I did like watching the tv show Supernatural but I am generally too sensitive these days for anything horror or overly scarly/intense.

I do think it's comforting at least to believe in these signs. Are they real or are they coincidences? I would like to believe they are real. I guess that's what really matters.
 
From then on, even after so many years passed, I still get dreams of her, wearing her favourite clothes, sitting in her bedroom, sometimes, if I am lucky I can hear her voice.
I dream a lot about being at my grandma's house, she and I were very close and she passed in 2001.
 
Same and same! I love gentle spookiness lol, although I did like watching the tv show Supernatural but I am generally too sensitive these days for anything horror or overly scarly/intense.

I do think it's comforting at least to believe in these signs. Are they real or are they coincidences? I would like to believe they are real. I guess that's what really matters.
As long as it gives you comfort, it's a nice/good thing to believe in.
 
My grandmother became very sick very quickly & within 24 hours of being admitted to the hospital, she was nearly gone. I was on my way to the hospital (I lived 2 hours away) when the song "When I Get Where I'm Goin'" came on the radio in my car. The song was a few years old at that point so not something that was in regular rotation. My grandmother was a devout Catholic & that song is about dying and going to Heaven. Within 2 minutes of the song finishing, my mother called me to say that my grandmother had passed. I know that was my grandmother's way of telling me goodbye.
 
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